His Beloved Treasure

He went to take a shower, and Qin Mu lay on the bed, quietly listening to the sound of water in the bathroom. In the silent bedroom, she could hear her own heartbeat and her breaths.

She couldn’t help but continue to listen. She didn’t know if she was happy, nor did she know if he was happy.

When he came out, she quietly closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, feeling him lying behind her, sensing his slightly cool breath, and also feeling that he had no intention of approaching her.

So, she waited quietly, just waited...

Mu Yichen held the back of his head with both hands, his dark eyes looking at the ceiling thoughtfully, until later he turned his head to look at the woman beside him, thinking that she must have really fallen asleep.

He instinctively turned over, propped up his upper body to look at her sleeping face—so still, so gentle.

The night always passed quickly; the sun rose again from the east while they were still holding each other in bed, as if seeking warmth from each other.

But it was the moment they opened their eyes that both of them were shocked, and Qin Mu suddenly let go of his back and leaned back to look at him.

Those eyes, usually calm, now had ripples in them, as if asking, ”What’s going on? Why am I in your arms?”

And Mu Yichen was also frowning deeply. How would he know why she was in his arms, how would he know what happened while he was asleep?

But the fact that she immediately let go of him made Mu Yichen feel very bad.

”Come here!”

He ordered coldly.

Qin Mu looked at him resistingly, her eyes fairly cold.

”Don’t make me repeat it, come to my arms!”

He insisted again, his face freezing over even more.

Qin Mu still didn’t speak, just wanted to get out of bed.

Her breathing was unsteady from fear, her hands were gripped tight above her head by his fingers, his breath icy, his gaze devouring her.

”What are you trying to do?” he asked again coldly.

”Was it you in my arms or was it me in yours? Are you resisting because you’re tired of it?”

His voice was sharp, and she couldn’t help but shiver hard at the core of her heart—tired?

”Why are you silent again? Want to play the mute, is that it?”

He asked again, and seeing she still didn’t reply, he lowered his gaze to her appealing lips, watching her motionlessly.

She had her stubbornness, and so did he.

”If you’re angry because I moved out of the Mu family’s house without discussing it with you, I think there’s no need.”

Qin Mu turned her head back in confusion to look at him. He hesitated for a moment, restraining his usually indifferent demeanor before asking her again patiently: ”Unless you really want to live there forever, do you truly feel it’s appropriate to live with the elders indefinitely?”

Qin Mu just looked straight at him, in that moment absolutely certain that he had moved out for her, but...

”You should have at least discussed it with me.”

She finally spoke.

”Discuss? How to discuss?”

He asked, unapproachable.

”You should have at least told me you had such intentions. We were together all of last night and this morning.”

”Actually, before resolving this issue, I wanted to ask you something else. Why didn’t you call me when you came back? Also, why didn’t you tell me about mom giving you a hard time?”

”What’s there to say? Any difficulties your mom gives me are just for your sake.”

She stubbornly retorted, the determination in her eyes provoking anger in others, yet he suddenly laughed weakly.

”So you’re angry now because your mother-in-law troubled you for my sake? Have you turned all the anger she caused you against me?”

No wonder you’re always so restrained in front of mom, Mrs. Mu; turns out you save all your temper for your husband.

Qin Mu felt that continuing this topic was pointless, and stubbornly avoided his gaze again. She lacked his patience and good temper. He looked at her as if he had already conquered a fortress.

”No reply, so it’s over?”

**

”Mommy, mommy...”

But suddenly, a rhythmic knocking sound came from the door, along with their daughter’s somewhat soft voice.

Qin Mu immediately froze, while Mu Yichen glared resentfully at the woman beneath him, and Qin Mu glared back at him with some bitterness.

”This isn’t over!”

He said to her before getting off the bed.

Qin Mu was so angry she clenched her teeth, and when she got off the bed, her foot didn’t spare the door; she kicked him out with one swift motion.

There was a loud thump on the floor. Mu Yi bit down on his teeth as well, glaring back over his shoulder at the woman on the bed as he got up, only to see that her defiance seemed even more arrogant.